The Street Survivors!

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This is the site and book that your dreams and fears are made of. Read and enjoy the memories that are ours with the same enthusiasm and intensity that we put into their making.

Spike 09-16-91

The site you have just entered is one of the most profound sites on the web.

People come here from all walks of life..

Some come to re-live the seventies in the words and deeds depicted herein..

Some just come here to fantasize about what it would have been like to walk in the ranks of the Street Survivors...

Whatever your reason for being here... Welcome ... and I can say with all my being........

YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER YOUR VISIT!

"Muther fucker!" Spike proclaimed, jumping across the bed and landing on top of the album cover.

"No shit," Doc replied, grabbing the cover from Spike's hand.

"They both looked at the cover. There were the members of the Lynyrd Skynyrd band standing in a city street. Flames covered the front of the cover. Some flames in front of the band and some behind. Across the cover it read, "STREET SURVIVORS". They had found a name. A name that would be noticed by all. It had meaning for them that day and it still holds it's meaning today. They were now and forever here after known as the Street Survivors..."